The green fairy

For our anniversary, Max has arranged to encourage my degeneracy. You’ve gotta love a man who gives you exactly what you want — and throws in some magic spray (inspired by these pills?).

Sporadic posting will continue, and not just because of the controlled substances. Work is busy; about forty-seven friends are Sagittarians celebrating birthdays; and I agreed months ago to participate in several events that all seem to be happening in the next week.

Lately, though, all I’ve wanted to do is work on my novel. I spent Sunday afternoon studying up on charismatic Christianity with some audio research. (Ahhh, memories.)


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